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A Week Later  –

Derek had been staying over at Stiles’ place far more often recently. He tried to let Stiles think that it was because he was keeping him safe, after he was taken by Gerard and beaten up, he would never let on that it was because he actually cared about him.

Stiles lay beside Derek, still fast asleep and snoring lightly with his mouth open. Derek was already awake, he had been for at least an hour but he wasn’t going to wake him up. His fingers stroked the short hair behind Stiles’ ear as he listened to the sound of his heart thumping slowly.

Stiles wasn’t the only one who stood up to Derek but he was definitely the bravest. The others gave him lip, Erica mostly, but he could shut her down with a harsh growl, the same with Jackson. Isaac tried his luck occasionally but never prevailed, and while Scott was the one to fight back to him the most he couldn’t force him to back down, he wasn’t Derek’s beta.

They all tried their luck, but no one pushed it quite like Stiles did and to make it more dangerous, he was a human. All of the others were werewolves and if Derek snapped and did them any harm they would heal. Stiles wouldn’t, and he knew it.

Sometimes Derek thought that he pushed the boundaries just to see how far he could go before he went too far. He’s been pushing it far too much lately because he knows that he can get away with it.

Derek hated how he could make him smile with his stupid sarcastic comments or witty jokes. He didn’t want Stiles to do that to him. He had always found it so frustrating until Stiles became a trigger.

He thought back to the moment he figured it out…

It was the night they were trapped in the school; he was left almost dead by the alpha. He had blacked out. He couldn’t remember anything. All he knew was that Scott and Stiles had a terrified look on their faces and then an agonizing pain began running through his body, then nothing.

When he came to he was lying outside the school and his first breath made him choke on the thick air around him. The scent that filled his nostrils was perfect, intoxicating. His body reacted to it faster than his mind could with his wolf breaking through the human barrier.

He didn’t know who it was or where they were but he could smell them and he wanted them. His ears tuned in to the sounds of voices in the school and he could hear five of them, five human voices.

God he hoped it wasn’t Scott. Then again, when he and Stiles picked him up from the ironworks during the police chase he knew. The second he climbed into the car he felt overwhelmed and all of his senses were set alight. With a deep breath he looked back at Stiles and knew it was him.

That seemed like it could be even worse.

“Mmm… no I don’t, you do…” He was taken out of his trance by Stiles’ sleep groaning.

He smiled down at him and propped himself up on his elbow. Stiles was grinning stupidly and pouting his lips with a low moan and a shallow laugh.

“You totally need me more… yeah… no want… you…want me…more…” he puckered his lips and Derek pressed his to Stiles’ ear.

“You wouldn’t be talking about me would you?” He whispered.

Stiles stirred and he blinked himself awake, jumping a little at the feel of Derek by his side.

“Hmm Derek? What… what are you doing here?” Stiles rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes, still as groggy as ever.

Derek placed the palm of his hand on Stiles’ chest, sliding it up and down as he woke himself up. “Aren’t you the one who wanted me to stay here overnight?” He teased.

He sighed loudly and with a smile reached up to pull Derek into him for a kiss. Derek’s hand slipped lower and gently grazed Stiles’ morning wood through his boxers.

“Whoa, whoa, at least let me wake up first.” Stiles grinned. “And obviously I want you to stay over.” He said, rolling over and closing his eyes again.

“So what were you dreaming about?” Derek asked.

“Uh… I don’t know, I can't remember.” He lied.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Stiles, your heart beat just got a whole lot faster.”

“Well yeah your hand was just on my junk.” He grinned again, eyes still lazily shut.

“Don’t you want to tell me?”

“I just… I don’t remember.”

“Stiles.”

“Alright! I was just dreaming about you know, talking to you.”

Derek raised his eyebrows and he began to stroke his side gently. “About?”

Stiles laughed and this time it was his turn to smirk. “About how you totally need me more than I need you.” His hand stopped moving but didn’t leave him. “Not to mention the fact that you couldn’t go a week without sex… you horny sour-wolf you.” He still seemed as though he was mostly asleep.

Derek narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. “You really think so.”

“I do, in fact I challenge you.” Stiles looked up at Derek, squinting in the bright morning light with a cheeky grin.

“You challenge me to what exactly?”

“I bet you’d come begging for it.” Derek growled down at him and this time he sat himself up to try and get a solid grip on the day.

“Stiles, I think you seriously underestimate my self-control.”

“Yeah, right… says the guy who advises against hopping into bed with a trigger. Nice one.” He laughed and Derek jutted out his jaw.

“Yeah well I’ve had that now so it shouldn’t be too hard to resist.” He snapped and Stiles shut his mouth, leaving an awkward silence hanging in the room. Derek groaned. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He muttered, not wanting to look like he was backing down.

Stiles just smiled and blinked slowly before shutting his eyes again.

“I think you want to wake up.” Derek said, hearing a creak on the stairs that he knew Stiles hadn’t noticed.

“I am so good right where I am.” He said without opening his eyes.

“Well I’m getting up.” Derek said quickly but Stiles grabbed him. “Stiles get off of me!” He hissed.

“Stay.” He was still sleepy and it was this time of day when he really could get annoying.

“Not unless you want-” He was cut off as there was a knock on the door and Stiles let him go immediately.

“Uh… yeah?” he called out.

His dad opened the door and poked his head through, looking around a little confused.

“Are you alright up here Stiles?” He asked, looking over at his son alone in his bed.

“Uh, yeah, I just woke up why?”

“I could have sworn I heard voices.”

“Oh… yeah, I have a tendency to talk in my sleep.” He grinned sheepishly at his father who looked unconvinced for a moment before his face softened into a smile.

“Are you really still doing that?” He asked.

“So I’m told. Scott’s always giving me a hard time about it.” He shrugged.

His dad looked nostalgically off to the side and nodded to himself. “You know when you were little we used to know when you were lying because you refused to go to sleep. You thought that we had some kind of special powers when you slept because when you woke up me and your mom would have figured it all out. You always babbled on about whatever you lied about and you had no idea.” He chuckled and Stiles smiled a little.

The memory made him think of his mother and that face that she used to give him when she knew he was lying. She always knew. She would keep her face still and only lift one eyebrow as she stared down at him. He always tried to keep eye contact with her but never managed to do it. He always broke away.

His dad clapped his hand on his shoulder and sighed. “Well, I’ll let you wake yourself up them. You got much on for the day?”

“Uh, not much, just hanging with the pack.” He wanted to swallow his words up again because pack wasn’t exactly a normal thing to call your friends.

“The pack? Is that some kind of slang that I don’t understand?” He father asked with a smile and an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah… pretty much.” He smiled weakly and the Sheriff walked over to the door.

“You’re probably going to be alone for dinner, we’ve got a big case and I don’t think I’ll be done with reports until late.” He said, standing in the door.

“What case dad?” Stiles asked, always interested in the goings on of the police force.

“A murder.” He said with tired eyes.

“Oh, well, if you need any help with piecing things together…” He put his hand up and the Sheriff sighed.

He shook his head but smiled a little. “I think you’ve done enough detective work for now, you just enjoy the summer break okay? Maybe you kids could go camping or something for a few days, take a drive.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me dad?” He asked with a playful little smirk.

“I just want you to go out and enjoy yourself while you can, before you have to get a job and a real life. Maybe you could drag Derek out with you, have a little fun, that guy always has a sour look on his face.” Stiles had to bite his lips to hold back his laughter, knowing that Derek was somewhere nearby with his big wolf ears open.

“Yeah, maybe dad. Just um, be careful okay?” He said, knowing that a murder case could possibly be dangerous for him.

His dad walked back over to him and kissed his forehead before finally leaving the room. Stiles heard him head down the stairs and when the door clicked shut Derek climbed back through the window.

His face was ultra-sour.

“What’s up buttercup?” Stiles grinned and it was almost as though steam came out of Derek’s flaring nostrils.

“Don’t think I won't rip your throat out in your own room Stiles.”

“Yeah, yeah, with your teeth I know.” He sat up and stretched out, his back clicking and cracking.

His mom was still hovering about in his mind and he sighed a little, looking down to the floor. Derek walked over at sat next to him on the bed, the mattress sinking as he did. He put his arms around Stiles who leant into Derek’s shoulder.

Derek knew that look all too well. He could hear the change in his heartbeat when the Sheriff brought up his mother, the change in his scent. He missed her.

Derek nuzzled against him. Stiles didn’t know how Derek knew that he needed it, but he was glad to be held in his firm arms. They didn’t need to say anything, Stiles felt like he wanted to but Derek wasn’t much of a talker, so a silent embrace seemed to work.

After the feeling of something long gone had left him Stiles coughed a little and wriggled out of Derek’s arms to grab his jeans off the floor.

“Should I even bother putting these on?” He smiled.

Derek raised an eyebrow and gave Stiles a bemused look. “Don’t you remember our little conversation?”

Stiles thought back to when he was half asleep and recounted their conversation and the bet he had put up on the table. He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“You don’t seriously want to do that do you?”

“I think you offered me a challenge and who am I to refuse?” Derek said.

Stiles groaned. “Right, you’re an alpha, you always have to prove you’re top dog.” Derek narrowed his eyes.

“I think you just know you’ll lose.”

“No, I won't. I went seventeen years without sex so I think the week that it’ll take you to crack will be a breeze.” He stepped into his jeans and pulled them up around his waist.

“Name your price then.”

“What?” Stiles asked, looking around for a shirt.

“If I win this little bet, you have to stop calling me sour wolf.” He said flatly.

Stiles spun around to look at him with a horrified look on his face. “Well what am I supposed to call you then?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “My name, Stiles. It’s there for a reason.”

“But… you’re my sour wolf.” He said it as though it was a fact and not just the way he felt.

“If you’re that scared that you’re going to lose-” Derek said, ignoring Stiles and his baby voice.

“Oh, I am not scared. No, in fact, I am so confident that I’ll beat you, that I am willing to put that on the table.” Derek smiled, god how he hated that little nickname. “So when I win, you can take me away for the weekend.” He grinned cockily.

“Do you think I’m made of money?” Derek asked.

“I didn’t say you had to take me to Europe for the weekend I just said away. You know, to a place where we can be alone, without my dad or your betas. As much as I love Scott, I could do without seeing him all the time, especially now when he’s moping over all this Allison stuff.” Derek sighed.

“Fine.” He held out his hand for Stiles to shake.

“Is that how you want to seal the deal or is there a better way.” He winked and Derek actually managed a laugh.

“Stiles, I think you missed the point of this thing.” He smiled.

“No, I’m pretty sure teasing you until you beg is what I had in mind.” Derek let out a howling laugh and pulled Stiles into him.

“You’ll be waiting a long time.”

Stiles reached down and grabbed Derek’s hips, pulling them into his. “Oh yeah?”

Derek leant in for a quick kiss before shoving him away. “Come on, we can get some lunch before we head down to the house.”

“Lunch? How long was I asleep?”

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Isaac and Scott walked side by side as they headed into the woods by Derek’s house. Tonight was the full moon so they were on their way to test Jackson out, deciding whether or not he could go the night without being chained up.

The mid afternoon sun was warm on their backs and the breeze was barely blowing. Isaac watched as Scott bobbed his head up and down, side to side, clearly singing a song in his head. His lips started moving along to whatever lyrics he was thinking of.

Isaac smiled, still watching him wander along obliviously. Scott looked over to him for a second and did a double take when he realised that Isaac was watching him. He smiled with that toothy grin on his lopsided jaw.

“What?” Isaac laughed a little, the grin on his face turning to the floor.

“Nothing, what’s the tune you’ve got in your head?”

“Oh…” Scott almost blushed a little. “I don’t really know the name.” He smiled with a shrug of his shoulders. “So do you think Derek will really let Jackson spend the full moon unchained?”

Isaac shook his head. “Not a chance. The first time we experienced the full moon, you know, when I wasn’t in a jail cell, Derek put metal headgear on me and Erica to restrain us.”

Scott laughed. “He’s pretty careful don’t you think?”

“Especially now that the pack is so big. And I’d hate to see anyone try to threaten Stiles, he practically growls every time Erica teases him about something.” Isaac said, climbing over a fallen log.

“Yeah… I have to say, it was kind of weird to start off with but they actually do make a pretty good pair.”

“Told you.” Isaac said as he nudged Scott with his shoulder.

Their eyes locked for a moment before Scott shoved him down to the ground. “Hey! What the-”

“Race you.” Scott said with a mischievous grin before taking off into the woods.

“That’s not fair! That’s – that’s cheating.” Isaac jumped up and tore through the forest after Scott.

He could see him metres ahead, dodging the trees and the foliage as he ran. Isaac used the branches to pull himself forward, gaining some speed and catching up a little more to Scott through a clearing.

He could hear Scott laughing up ahead and when he turned back his eyes were glowing bright yellow. Isaac grinned, his eyes matching. He was almost by his side at the next clearing of trees and he could see Scott trying to push himself further.

Oh no you don’t, he thought to himself as he jumped forward to grab a tree branch and swing himself into Scott’s body causing them to crash and roll together along the forest floor.

They came to rest with Scott laying on his back and Isaac crossed over his stomach. He could feel Scott’s stomach vibrating from the mix of panting and laughing that he was doing. Isaac just hung his head and smiled, panting profusely himself.

“Does this mean I win?” He asked.

Scott shoved him away and pinned him to the ground with an arm behind his back. Isaac winced and struggled a little, still tired from running.

“Nope.” Scott barked back.

Isaac sighed before kicking Scott’s legs out from under him. He landed with a thud but flipped himself back to his feet, the two of them facing one another down, grinning wildly.

“Give it up Scott.”

“You don’t really think you can beat me do you?” Scott goaded.

“Let’s find out.” Isaac ran for him, dodging Scott’s arms and spear tackling him into the ground.

“Isaac!” His ears picked up as he heard his name being called in the distance.

Scott had obviously heard it too because he had stopped struggling despite Isaac being pressed against his chest.

“That would be Derek.” Isaac said, staring ahead and through the trees.

“I know.” Scott said.

Isaac looked down at him, their noses close to touching. For a moment neither of them said anything, they just lay there, staring at one another. Scott had stopped smiling, he just looked up, waiting for Isaac to say something.

Isaac swallowed and pushed himself off Scott.

“We better get over there then.” He said, offering his hand to help Scott up.

“Yeah, probably.” They walked side by side into the next clearing to see Derek’s old battered house and everyone else already there.

Stiles and Derek were standing next to one another, unusually apart from one another. Derek raised an eyebrow at the two of them as they walked in.

“Dude, did you guys get lost or something?” Stiles said.

“What? No.” Scott said, they were constantly here, how could they ever get themselves lost?

Not to mention, they were wolves.

“So why do you look like you belong in the woods?” Jackson said with an arrogance that was just about average for him.

Isaac looked confused and Erica rolled her eyes. “You’re covered in crap.” She said bluntly.

They looked down at themselves to see that they had bits of twigs and grass all over. Scott smiled over at Isaac who laughed right back.

“We were racing.” He said.

“And I won.” Scott beamed.

“No you didn’t.”

Stiles poked at Derek’s stomach and he raised an eyebrow over at his silly trigger before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

Allison hadn’t shown up today, or at least she wasn’t there yet so Lydia was talking to Boyd – who looked rather uncomfortable but wasn’t going to say anything about it. He was just happy to have a group of people around him for once in his life.

Jackson was itching to get started and prove that he could go the night without being chained up. He watched as Derek and Stiles kissed for a minute, thinking it would stop but when it didn’t he rolled his eyes and ground his teeth together.

“Hey, Homoeroticus, do you mind if I steal my alpha and get started already?” Jackson said with an overly obvious hint of annoyance in his voice.

Stiles pulled his lips away from Derek’s. “Hey, that’s Mr Homoeroticus to you.” Jackson rolled his eyes and so did Derek before pulling himself out of Stiles’ arms. Stiles smirked as he gave Derek a hard spank on his way over to Jackson. He stopped in his tracks and turned back with a glare. “Go get ‘em tiger.” He laughed.

Derek’s glare just became more intense and Lydia laughed from over by the porch.

“Oh, sorry, go get ‘em Sour wolf.” He nodded with a little salute and Derek sighed, walking over to Jackson.

Isaac and Scott looked at one another before chuckling. “More like a perfect pair.” Isaac whispered as quietly as he could.

“So you think you’re ready for the full moon?” Derek stood square in front of Jackson as he asked the question.

“Well we’ve been doing nothing but training for two weeks so yeah, I think I can manage.” He said arrogantly.

Derek just nodded to himself before swinging his fist into Jackson’s jaw without warning. Everyone flinched and Jackson fell clean to the floor, standing up with blood dripping from his nose or mouth, or both, with an angry death stare in his eyes.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” He yelled in a voice that was more of a growl as his eyes flashed blue.

“You’re not ready.” Derek said.

“No shit you just punched me in the face!”

“It’ll heal.”

“You are crazy!” He spat some of the blood out and onto the floor.

“Fine, you want to try it again? Give it your best shot.” Derek put his hands on his hips and waited for Jackson to strike.

He wasn’t going to give up on trying to get what he wanted but right now it was looking like Derek had walked into it with his mind made up. The full moon isn’t something for them to take lightly and Derek was going to do everything in his power as the alpha to keep his pack safe.

No matter how angry it made them; well, some of them.

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A/N: I kind of added a side ship in there ;p sorry about that but I thought it could be cool.